I go to cemeteries a lotIt doesn’t matter where It’s not about the who(or mostly not) It’s quietIt’s reverent Squirrels aboundDogs exercise People walk and talk I mostly come to listenTo the birdsTo the breezeTo the voices of ancestorsTheir inscriptions, storiesTheir bones, a witnessTheir songs, a whisperTheir presence a comfort Places set apart to remember So... Continue Reading →
The Little Angel with the Red Wings
I needed a long walk this afternoon. My feet took me to a large treed park. It happens to be a cemetery. The grounds are sprinkled with a few stone buildings, most about one hundred years old. One of these larger mausoleums is ornamented with a wee stained glass window. You can't see the coloured glass from... Continue Reading →